An Open Letter to Hollywood on the ‘Sick Kid’ Narrative:
Be chronically ill as a teenager or young adult is not The Fault In Our Stars or Everything, Everything or any other cinematic variation of that narrative. Being sick as a teenager is not romantic. It’s not poetic. It’s doesn’t lead to pretentious relationships and lavish vacations. It doesn’t lead to quirky friends and fun outings. It isn’t a beautifully tragic plot device.
It’s watching people you used to be friends with move on without you. Learning to drive without you. Graduating high school without you. Going to college without you. Dating without you. It’s growing up and, the moment you have some independence, losing it.
It’s having months and months of overdue school work. It’s having to pick between a passing grade and a flare up, or failing the class but maybe having some stability.
It’s watching missed milestones pass you by. Watching your life pass you by.
It’s a constant fear of the future. “Will I get sicker? Will I ever be able to work?”
It’s never going to homecoming or prom. It’s not walking at graduation - either because you didn’t graduate or you can’t walk. Or both.
It’s not chewing unlit cigarettes for the ~metaphor~, it’s going through Morphine withdrawal at 15 and taking the SATs with a drug-clouded brain. Hell, it’s watching people you know smoke pot on rooftops while you lay in bed high on Triptans and Tramadol.
It’s not a John Green novel. There isn’t any glory in being a sick kid. There’s no scamming Make-A-Wish and sexy lovers. There’s no empathy from teachers or even from parents.
There is something innately alienating about only seeing your experiences portrayed in an unrealistic, romanticized light, especially at that age.
The Domestic Garden Witch: Pocket-Sized Green Thumb
So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.
For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.
This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!
An Excuse to Have More Wine!
Okay, so this is a cute and somewhat family oriented garden. It breaks away from the more meditation-oriented garden from last week, and strays away from the initial intensity of terrariums. But it sticks to the simplicity and ease of care that you would have with any succulents!
With midterms and various other tests plaguing our college witches, there’s sure to be plenty of wine being consumed in order to ease that tension. (Or, if you’re like me, your excuse for having a lot of wine is the fact that you “cook” with it.) Regardless, corks are often seen as nothing more than a tedious obstacle blocking your way to the delicious and happy-inducing fermented grape juice inside the bottle. Well, to most folks, anyway… I’ll leave the significance of corks in wine bottling to one of my kitchen witchery posts. So when all is said and done, many corks end up just being thrown away by the end of the night.
Succulents come in a range of shapes, colors, and sizes, from the massive saguaro to the tiny rock plants. But what makes them so easy to care for is the fact that often they can easily root from clippings and they require very little water in order to survive.
Corks, meanwhile, are great at maintaining low levels of moisture for extended periods of time, providing an ideal potting source for succulents. As such, it only makes sense to bring a bit of green into the home by using the corks as a pot!
You Know the Drill…
All you need (aside from the wine) is a cork, a drill with two bits (a quarter inch bit and a smaller bit for making a leading hole), potting soil, a little bit of aquarium gravel, and some clippings from small succulents.
Using the smaller bit, drill a leading hole into the cork, being careful to avoid drilling all the way through it. Then, use the larger bit to widen the hole so as to turn your cork into a miniature pot. Add a little bit of potting soil, followed by your clipping. Add a little more soil and gently tamp it down to secure the clipping into place, and decorate with a little bit of aquarium gravel. It’s as simple as that!
A common use for these plants is to glue a magnet to the back, allowing the succulents to serve as living refrigerator magnets. For me, I see these adorable little succulents being great gifts or even cute decorations for the small dorm room.
As I’ve mentioned, not much care is needed beyond watering every ten days or so. You can use a dropper to administer the water, or carefully use a small spoon to apply water.
How Can I Witch This?
Succulents vary greatly in their magickal uses. Jade plants are exceptional for inviting wealth into the home, whereas agave is great for attracting sweet and positive energies. Coordinate your plants with what your intent is. The cork itself can be decorated with runes, sigils, symbols, et cetera, or can even be studded with crystals!
If you’re going for the magnet idea, you can take a green spin on the concept of crystal grids, and instead create a succulent grid right there on your refrigerator, using the intent from the plants to attract the energies you want much in the same way as you would arrange crystals!
As mentioned before, these little plants make for great gifts, and therefore can be used as spells for others, as well. Aloe for healing, or jade for prosperity, et cetera.
If you’re trying to practice discreetly, these plants are a great way to do so!
And lastly, you can place crystals in the bottom of the hole you’ve drilled to correspond to the intent of the plant or to encourage health for the plant. This is a great way to practice a little bit of garden witchery in a very small setting!
Play around and get creative with the different ways that you can work with these little succulents to brighten your dorm or window!
He’s been criticized for this ever since Iron Fist dropped and I am so sick of it. In this post I am going to defend that Danny does not have privilege.
So he was born to wealthy white parents. From what we’ve seen and heard, they were good people. His life must’ve been great, and it was. Except for Ward, who basically tormented Danny. In IF 1x01, Danny says to Ward, “You were a dick as a kid, and you’re still a dick now. You used to lock me in the freezer at the Rand cafeteria. At one of the company picnics you put a dead frog in my sandwich. You would kick me in the balls every chance you had.” Two of those are physical abuse, and Ward is five years older than Danny and at some point knew that behavior was wrong. Yet clearly no one knew, as it went on and Danny’s parents would have stopped it.
Next, the plane crash at ten. He watches his mother die and finds his father’s corpse, he is the only survivor. That’s awful enough on its own. Of course he’s taken in by monks of K'un-Lun, who aren’t the great people Danny sometimes says they are. In 1x03, he says to Joy (apologizes in advance for the mispelled Chinese words, I did it phonetically)
Danny:“Everyone there, and I mean everyone, said there was no way a shaoguilou like me could do it.”
Danny: “Yeah, it sort of means like an ‘outsider’. It’s what they called me.”
Joy:“Sounds kind of mean.”
Danny:“Sort of cool too. Besides, it just made me want the job more.”
Joy:“Yeah, sure, I get that.”
Danny: “So problem was, I never thought through why I wanted this job. I mistook my stubborn will for a sense of destiny or something. I never really counted the cost of what it might mean for my life.”
Joy: “You got the job?”
Danny: “Yeah. I fought the whole way for it. I earned it.”
He was called an outsider by the people who saved his life, and basically decided to become the Iron Fist to prove himself. These were the only people he was around. Sure, Davos seemed nice enough and he had fond memories, but that doesn’t change how harsh that was to a traumatized kid. He thought the only way to get them to really care for and accept him was to become the Iron Fist and serve them for all his life guarding a cold pass. Let that sink in.He continues to describe his daily routine to Joy as “First off, my room was nothing like this. Six by six. A dirty mat on the floor. I had a blanket, you know. A literal pot to piss in. Every morning I’d walk a mile uphill with jugs the size of my abdomen just to get me and my surfu’s daily ration of water. That was the easy part. Then it was training, all day every day. When we weren’t training it was fighting, sparring. Every moment was a struggle. Failure led to a beating. Victory led to the next fighting style, the next lesson.”
Joy:“Sounds like abuse.”
Danny:“Well, it made me what I am today.”
“Failure resulted in a beating” “Every moment was a struggle”. That’s not a healthy life at all, especially for a traumatized child to grow up in. Oh, about that trauma, they basically taught him to repress it and never actually confront and heal from it, as a drug-induced vision of his mentor tells him “Grief is weakness”. Joy rightfully calls it abuse, and he looks uncomfortable and avoids it. He says “It made me what I am today”. Not who, what. He has been told he is an outsider, trained to serve and fight the Hand for them, culminating in him becoming the Iron Fist, the ultimate weapon and slave. No wonder his name means so much to him, they basically objectified him. Yet he remains loyal to them, and that actually makes sense too. They saved his life and he probably feels immense gratitude and debt towards them.
Danny Rand did not have a perfect, privileged life. The first ten years were much easier than the later years, yes, but he still suffered. So don’t throw that “he’s an entitled white boy” crap at me.
Oh yeah, and what Luke tells him about beating up that kid? Danny didn’t know he was just a Harlem kid, Danny just knew he worked for the Hand. And we know how deceptive the Hand can be, Danny more so. He probably thought the “I don’t know” were lies.
So take your Danny Rand hate elsewhere, he is a hero who deserves to be loved and protected.